Poems — Volume 2 by George Meredith
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III
Life said, As thou hast carved me, such am I. Then memory, like the nightjar on the pine, And sightless hope, a woodlark in night sky, Joined notes of Death and Life till night's decline Of Death, of Life, those inwound notes are mine. THE DAY OF THE DAUGHTER OF HADES I He who has looked upon Earth Deeper than flower and fruit, Losing some hue of his mirth, As the tree striking rock at the root, Unto him shall the marvellous tale Of Callistes more humanly come With the touch on his breast than a hail From the markets that hum. II Now the youth footed swift to the dawn. 'Twas the season when wintertide, In the higher rock-hollows updrawn, |
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